Thai BL- One Shots

Lavender marriage

AN: This is not as angsty as it seems, I promise you. Give the characters a chance and read as the story unfolds. Also share your thoughts with me if you are amicable.

The ice clinked softly in Fourth's glass, a counterpoint to the low hum of conversation in the hotel bar. Five months ago, this had been his kingdom. A place for harmless flirtation, free drinks, and the fleeting thrill of a stranger's gaze. He’d never intended for anything more. Then Gemini had walked in. The air had shifted, the background noise fading into a dull thrum as their eyes met across the crowded room. Even now, the memory sent a shiver down Fourth's spine. Gemini, with his disarming smile and open honesty about his marriage, had presented him with a choice. A clear, stark choice. And Fourth, caught in the gravitational pull of something he couldn't quite name, had chosen to stay.

Now, five months later, the sheets were rumpled around them, the scent of their shared night lingering in the air. The intimacy of the moment was a cruel contrast to the words that had just fallen from Gemini's lips. "I'm going to Chiang Mai for two weeks. Visiting my wife's family."

A cold fist clenched around Fourth's heart. Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours. An eternity. He forced his lips into a casual curve, a practiced nonchalance he’d perfected over years of navigating the casual encounters of the bar scene. "Oh, nice," he managed, the words sounding hollow even to his own ears.

Inside, however, a storm was brewing. Disappointment, sharp and bitter, clawed at his throat. It was a familiar feeling, one he’d tried to bury deep beneath layers of self-deception. He knew the rules of the game. He’d agreed to them. Gemini had been upfront from the start. But knowing something intellectually was vastly different from feeling it in the pit of his stomach.
He watched Gemini stretch, a casual, unconscious display of his toned physique, and a pang of something akin to jealousy shot through him. Jealousy of the woman who waited for him in Chiang Mai. The woman who held the primary place in Gemini's life, a place Fourth would never occupy. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making it difficult to breathe.

He wanted to ask questions. Will you miss me? Will you think of me? But the questions remained trapped in his mind, unspoken, because he knew the answers. He was a chapter in Gemini's life, a vibrant, passionate chapter, perhaps, but a chapter nonetheless. She was the book.

He focused on maintaining the facade of indifference, a tightrope walk over a chasm of raw emotion. Every fiber of his being screamed to reach out, to beg Gemini to stay, or at least to acknowledge the ache in his heart. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. He was bound by the unspoken agreement, the invisible lines drawn from the very beginning.
As Gemini continued to talk about the trip, about the family he would be seeing, Fourth felt himself receding, pulling inward. He felt like a ghost in his own life, present but unseen, heard but not truly listened to. The warmth of the bed suddenly felt cold, the intimacy of the shared space replaced by a vast, empty distance. He was lying next to the man he loved, yet he had never felt more alone. The two weeks stretched before him like a desolate landscape, a stark reminder of his place in Gemini's world.

The flashing neon lights of the karaoke room assaulted Fourth’s senses, a dizzying swirl of color that mirrored the turmoil inside him. He clutched the microphone, the cold metal a stark contrast to the burning ache in his chest. He hadn’t wanted to come. Karaoke was usually Satang and Phuwin’s domain, a boisterous ritual he usually avoided. But the alternative – spending Saturday night alone in his apartment, replaying Gemini’s words in his head like a broken record – was unbearable. So here he was, forcing a smile onto his face, pretending to be present while his mind was miles away, trapped in the empty space Gemini had left behind.

Satang and Phuwin exchanged knowing glances when he’d arrived. They didn’t say anything, which Fourth appreciated. He knew what their silence meant: He’s hurting. Gemini’s gone. They’d tried to warn him, countless times, about the inevitable heartbreak. He’d brushed them off, blinded by the fleeting happiness Gemini offered. Now, their pitying looks were a constant reminder of his folly. It stung, but he knew he deserved it.